Following the daytime scene, Qi Tian stood about ten meters away from the edge of the thick fog. With a lift of his hand, vast swathes of fog swirled into a vortex, funneling into his palm and vanishing. But now, they only saw the fog continuously devouring the light sources surrounding the Saint's Tomb without any sign of Qi Tian absorbing it. The fog kept pressing towards the dome of the Saint's Tomb. If it continued at this rate, it wouldn't be long before the fog achieved its goal of overtaking the Saint's Tomb. By then, among the hundred-plus Gold Core Realm experts present, not one would be able to escape, all would perish.